I'm driving but I'm not the driver
Snaking streets hidden cul-de-sacs
Getting lost or getting around?
Palm trees and hibiscus
Garbage barrels, old jalopies
and pickup trucks
Windows rolled down
The air is warm, soft and humid
One eye blink, two eye blinks
Curvy New England neighborhood
Big old oaks and maples
But icy, dark and gray
My gut aches; I feel cold
and a deep longing like homesickness
melancholy, fever
Give me the wheel!
I can no longer sit as a passenger
But I don't know where to go.
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